This blog is dedicated to recording the thoughts of a little pug named Winston, the Grand Duke of Pugsworth, as he struggles through a pampered existence.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

I Am Being AbandonedMommy is leaving for "Elle-ay" for a week and, to make matters worse, she is leaving Daddy in charge. I don't know exactly where or what Elle-ay is, but Mommy says it is in California where those Bimbos Paris Hilton and Britney Spears live. Daddy got a maniacal look in his eyes when he found out that he would be in charge and I am concerned for my personal safety. Furthermore, there will be no posts until at least next Tuesday (in a week) when Mommy returns with the camera (although Daddy has thought about doing a "greatest hits" like thing).

This is me nervously asking Mommy if she really has to go.

This is me threatening to destroy the house furniture, with the exception of certain necessaries that I need to rest comfortably on.

Mommy, please don't go!!!!

This is the devastation that a Pug shows upon realizing that the entire Universe does not revolve around them, and that parents will occasionally have the audacity to abandon for a week out of the year.

11 comments:

Oh no Winston!! My mom left me for 4 days last week and daddy was in charge - we pretty much partied and did all the things we weren't supposed to. Maybe your dad will do things like that with you?!Love Clover xo

WinstonYou tell Mommy you love her and to have lots of fun in Ell Ay. She gets to see more of her humans that she grew up with. Remember seeing Buster and how fun that was? You call Aunt Lynn if Daddy gets to weird; and by weird we mean constantly yelling at the TV when noisy football games are on. Also, do not eat any turkey or other people food. It is a trick to see how much you will poop and vomit. I'll come rescue you. Too bad you couldn't go to Ell Ay with mommy. You could be carried around in a big expensive designer bag and wear diamonds on your collar. Just think on that!Love, 'Your second family on the east side

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On Pugs:

In the whole catalogue of the canine species, there is not one of less utility, or possessing less the powers of attraction than the Pug Dog, applicable to no sport, appropriate to no useful purpose, susceptible of no predominant passion, and in no way whatever remarkable for any extra eminence, he has continued from era to era for what alone he might have been originally intended, the patient follower of a ruminating philosopher, or the adulating and consolatory companion of an old maid.

-Dr. Edward Patterson, 1804

The Story of the Grand Duke of Pugsworth

I'm a pug puppy that was born on July 8, 2006. I have a face that entitles me to get away with murder and, if all goes according to plan, I shall be able to freely manipulate my Humans as soon as they are properly trained. I foresee a pampered existence for myself, and will do whatever is necessary to see that it comes to be. Now (getting into character) I shall transform myself into an innocent dumb angel...and the Humans will be none the wiser. P.S.- I LOVE COMPLIMENTS! Feel free to leave me a message.

The story of the stray my parents brought home one day, aka "Cosette Colbert d'Bonapug"

Cosette is my little sister, born March 3, 2008. I am not sure how exactly my parents found her, but I am guessing that while they were out playing without me one day, they saw her wandering around and, in a momentary lapse of judgment, decided to bring her home. [Parents' Note: Cosette was not a stray, as much as we admire people who adopt pets who are or were strays, or from shelters, we got Cosette from a wonderful breeder and know that from the minute she was born, she has been nothing but pampered.] I guess she's not really so horrible, we play a lot but she also likes to sleep almost as much as I do, and she is even more snuggly than me, if you can imagine that. Unlike me, she is a social butterfly and loves to play with any other dog, person, or stuffie she sees, although, she is terrified of cats. She seems to be stuck in permanent puppy-hood and is the source of constant amusement for me and my parents.